Magic
Glassy, green eyes
Narrowing in on me,
The gaze: raw, piercing.
First, fierce
Then disinterested.
Back to sleep,
Curling into a soft, impenetrable mound
Atop the couch.
I relax, following his lead.
All is well: after all, he's Just a cat,
A pet
Possessing no strange powers.
Yet, red eyes in the dark stir in me:
Some magic is going on here,
He, the keeper of the secret,
Can never disclose.
Copyright © Barbara Boyd | Year Posted 2013
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